Crooked I - Sssutt x 2 lyrics

[Intro Crooked I talking in distorted voice] Y'all still don't know what we say? Sssutt Sssutt Yeah, COB man Y'all n***as like that f*ggot sh** out there? (laughs) Punk a** music n***as is making, f** that n***a Real sh** right here COB sh** [Hook] Realest n***as in the club In None We Trust COB, Crip Or Blood, they both ridin' with us I graduated from a thug Now I'm bossin' up That's on everything I love I really don't give a f** This is Sssutt Sssutt COB Let me hear the Sssutt Sssutt if you're f**in' with me Let me hear the Sssutt Sssutt when I'm up in the club Let me hear the Sssutt Sssutt, show your n***a some love (x2) [Verse 1] Yeah Circle of Bosses, same kind of bosses, Slim Thug and Rosses I see you dogs trynna walk in my paw prints I'm throwin' bullets like the dolphins on offense I know you cops probably want me in a cage But my future so bright, it's even sunny in the shade You thought I'd get this money and behave n***as left me for dead, did the Dougie on my grave You rappers hatin' that I'm back again I-D-G-A-F, my favourite acronym Last of a dyin' breed, none created after him Hustle god, chillin' with my Mary Magdalene What's a god to a non-believer, he's still a god COB, 'til the d**h, the realest squad n***a A hundred deep in the club yellin' "Sssutt Sssutt" The movement's bigger than music, Sssutt Sssutt [Hook] [Verse 2] 2012, Stanley Burrell, we got those blammers You can't touch this, you got them old hammers I work a Mac better than some computer programmers I'll shoot your Entourage like HBO's cameras Fake beggin' rappers, leave them bustas dead If the Klan come for 'em, they be runnin' scared If the COB come for you, and we on your head It's goin' downhill from there like you on a sled You don't give a f**, it's the same here I'm so ahead of my time that me and moms were born in the same year COB b**h, live n***as never lose I'll put you on the first 5 minutes of the news Hand-me-down n***a, die in your brother's shoes What I live by, my mothaf**in' rules Some of the old west rappers, they fear him Take your co-sign and shove it up your rear end [Hook] [Outro] COB is a religion We believe in each other, yeah COB!